Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 110 The Principal's Secret

"What happened?" Chris asked.

It's understandable that Albert looked serious, but Horik, who has always liked long windbreakers, actually wore a police uniform.

"Let's go change clothes first," Albert opened his pocket watch and took a look, "quickly."

Catherine and Anne were coming out of their office just as Chris passed by them.

"what happened?"

Catherine buttoned up her police uniform. She had obviously just received Albert's order: "Did you see the principal during the graduation ceremony?"

Chris nodded. The principal had just announced that he had received a Bachelor of Arts degree.

Catherine didn't say anything and handed the telegram to him. The latter took it and looked at it, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Just now, the home of Martin Horn, the president of Hoy University, was ransacked and a female domestic worker was injured.

Horn lives in the University District, and he is a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery. The case was taken over by the Heart of Machinery.

This is what Albert requested - since the Mechanical Heart has a year-end assessment, and the Mechanical Heart in Tingen City is located in the Logistics Department of Hoy University, unlike the Nighthawks and Punishers who can usually earn extra money, in order to be able to To make the results of the year-end assessment of the Heart of Machinery look better, Albert applied to the top management of the police station. If the case involves an upper-class figure in society, the reporter happens to be a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, or the crime scene is in a university district or In the suburbs, let the fifth team take over.

"Did the principal know the house was ransacked?" Chris asked.

"The captain has already gone to inform him," Catherine handed him the police uniform, "Let's go to Horn's house first."

Horn almost fell off his horse when he heard from Albert that his home had been robbed. He got off his horse in a panic and followed Albert to the side: "Has the thief been caught?"

Albert shook his head and opened the car door for Horn: "No. Principal Horn, we need to go to the crime scene first, which is your home."

Horn boarded the carriage with a nervous look on his face: "Is anyone dead?"

"No, but the domestic worker you hired was injured."

"What was stolen from me? Was my safe opened?"

"I still do not know yet."

Horick turned the car around, pulled the reins, and the shiny black-headed horse ran forward obediently.

Horn's home is a single-family house with a good location. The station is less than 400 meters away.His wife and children went on a trip a few days ago, and now there is only one domestic worker at home besides him who comes to clean up the trash regularly.

A cordon was set up outside the house. The elderly domestic worker was receiving treatment while answering the police's questions. According to her, she happened to open the door when the thief was stealing. The panicked thief picked up a vase and hit her. head and ran out.

Catherine showed her ID to the police guarding the cordon, raised the cordon and walked in, with Chris following behind her.

As soon as the two entered the entrance hall, there was a noise outside. Before Horik could tighten the reins, Principal Horn jumped off the carriage and rushed into the cordon:
"Everyone inside, come out, this is my house, my home!"

Albert hurriedly stopped him and hugged him around the waist: "Principal, you will destroy the scene if you go in in such a hurry."

Both of them are believers in the God of Steam and Machinery. They often meet at the Holy Numbers Church. They are not close friends, just acquaintances.

Horn tilted his head and glanced at him, then struggled again: "But this is my home...what did you say just now? If you let me in, I'd know something was missing!"

"Wait until they finish checking the scene!"

Chris stepped over the ceramic shards on the floor and looked around the living room.The decoration style of the living room is relatively simple and simple, and compared with his residence, it has a bit more intellectual atmosphere.The two houses were supposedly built by the same construction company and had the same layout, just in opposite directions.

Chris stepped up the stairs and opened the study door.

"Those two policemen, those two policemen who just entered, how could they enter my home without my permission?!"

Horn struggled left and right, but Albert's arms held him tightly like iron clamps, unable to move.

Albert let go of his arms, and grabbed Horn's wrist again: "They went in to check the scene, and they will be fine soon."

"What scene are you checking? It's not a murder case. If you don't let me go in and take a look, can't I even get in to my own house?!"

Horn shook off Albert's hand and stepped across the cordon.

Chris looked around the study. It seemed that the thieves had not visited here.He didn't feel like he was invading the principal's privacy - he was now a police officer and was following orders.

On the pure wooden bookshelves, everything from finance to politics, novels to newspapers are placed in different categories. On the desk are some historical books, some of which have yellowed covers.

Chris leaned closer to the desk. He remembered that President Horn was once the dean of the business school, and he didn't know why he suddenly became interested in history.

He picked up the open book on the top of the table. It was open, indicating that it must have been this book that Principal Horn read before leaving.And he might have been in a hurry at the time and didn't even have time to close the book.

"Love History of Emperor Roselle"?
Chris was stunned for a second. He had already finished reading the book. What he didn't expect was that Principal Horn had made dense annotations on it, just like a student's textbook.

This book is biased towards street literature. In addition to the emperor's love story, it also contains many short stories that make people blush. Logically speaking, this kind of book should not appear on the principal's desk.

Chris had an image of Principal Horn in his mind: silver-white hair combed meticulously, wearing a fitted red robe, a warm smile on his face, but an undoubted majesty in his eyes.

How could such a serious old man read this kind of book?

Catherine took the book from Chris and flipped through it:

"It seems that Principal Horn also has a young and ignorant boy living in his heart...Tsk, tsk, you took so many notes, are you going to tell your wife a bedtime story?"

Chris laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to answer.He felt that Catherine was a bit like Daly in Nighthawks, who could casually throw out a joke that he was embarrassed to pick up.He's not Dunn, though.

Catherine turned the book back to the title page, and there was a line on it.

"Dangdang!"

The door was slammed open, and Principal Horn walked into the study with a blushing face. He pointed at Catherine and shouted: "Put down the book in your hand!"

Catherine didn't like people threatening her the most. She handed the book to Chris, took a few steps forward, and took out her ID from her pocket: "The police are handling the case."

Principal Horn cursed and was about to walk past her towards Chris.

Before the book in his hand was snatched away by Principal Horn, Chris read clearly the message on the title page.

To Martin Horn, my handsome and mighty knight.

——Sharon.

(End of this chapter)